Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 298 - 198: The Garden’s Anomaly, Discovery!_2

Chapter 298: Chapter 198: The Garden’s Anomaly, Discovery!_2

Mainly because he was well-dressed, and his looks and temperament weren’t bad, the first impression people had of him was that he was someone of status, not at all like a bad guy, which is why it was so easy for him.

If it had been Green alone, he might indeed have suffered a bit due to the girl’s misunderstanding.

After all, it’s a world where appearance counts.

...

However, due to this incident, it wasn’t good for Brian and his partner to stay around much longer.

After a hasty tour, they left, disappointed.

The plants in the garden were indeed thriving, and the overall planning was very thoughtful. The various types of flowers and plants merged into one another, complementing each other in a way that didn’t seem possible for one person to manage alone.

But Brian, with his enhanced sense of smell, didn’t detect anything unusual.

It was already past three in the afternoon.

Considering where to stay for the night,

they decided to head back to Harvest Town, found the local police station, identified themselves, and directly inquired about why the townspeople avoided the garden.

It’s like having a beautiful manor nearby that you can visit, yet everyone avoids it and even warns their children not to go there.

It certainly wasn’t normal.

The town’s police chief was not very welcoming of the two of them.

Here was a somewhat dissolute middle-aged white man, reeking strongly of tobacco, with his uniform slung carelessly over his body, buttons mismatched, giving off the vibe of being disreputable.

It felt like the difference between a regular army and guerrillas.

Facing Brian and his colleague from the big city, this middle-aged chief gave no courtesy, "Nobody likes that nutjob who lives in his own world, so we don’t go there. Got a problem with that?"

In small towns, the chief and officers are usually elected, holding considerable law enforcement powers.

To some extent.

In a small town, it is a law enforcement area, and if they didn’t give face, even using some pretext to lock up Brian and his partner would pose no problem.

The dynamic here was completely different than in the Los Angeles precincts, divisions, and the NW operation department.

They are not part of the same system.

This is a significant problem in the United States Federation: chaotic law enforcement powers.

Between states, cities, and towns, departments abound, even police categories exceed hundreds; the boundaries between them give even professionals headaches.

...

Facing the chief’s unfriendly attitude, Green got a bit angry, "We’re here to investigate a disappearance, to help eliminate hidden dangers for you. If this gets out to the media, businesses in the towns along the way will all be affected!"

The chief propped his feet on the desk and sneered, "What disappearance case? I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Besides, Harvest Town’s main income comes from procurement contracts with agricultural companies; it doesn’t matter if outsiders come or not. You can leave now. Please do not disturb the residents, or I will have you removed!"

The way he reacted to the disappearance was suspicious.

Green looked at Brian.

Brian pursed his lips and looked toward the office door.

Green got the message and closed the door.

The middle-aged chief was startled, "What are you doing? Leave my place now, do you hear me? You people..."

He couldn’t finish.

Because a handgun was pointing at him.

Brian moved the gun slightly, "Buddy, thanks for the reminder. Under the regional security law, it’d be a headache for us if you don’t cooperate, but likewise, for you, garbage like you trying to trouble us afterward will also be difficult. So, under the fair witness in my hand, perhaps you can rephrase."

"You dare to shoot?"

The middle-aged chief was defiant.

He was used to being authoritative in the relatively isolated town.

Few could make him yield.

The next moment.

A slap in the face introduced him to what heavy justice felt like.

The middle-aged chief was hit so hard that half of his face went numb.

He lay on the floor, questioning life, staring at the ceiling, his mind buzzing, half conscious, unsure of what had happened.

Brian disliked those who refused to recognize a favor.

Green was also eager to fight and followed Brian’s pace, "Boss Brian, let me vent too, I’ve been holding back against this jerk for a while!"

Brian holstered his pistol and shrugged, "No problem,"

The two of them took turns beating up the sheriff for several minutes before finally letting go of the pleading man.

Thanks to the slack attitude there.

Throughout the small police station, there was just a female clerk reading a magazine and an old man at the door. The young people were probably all out, having no idea that their esteemed sheriff was currently being beaten by outside law enforcement.

Several minutes later.

Leaving behind a sheriff who now resembled a pig’s head, the two of them left the police station in high spirits.

...

To avoid trouble.

Brian and his partner drove away, temporarily leaving Harvest Town.

Although violence didn’t solve problems, it could handle those stubborn and unreasonable people.

Through a ’justice therapy,’ the middle-aged sheriff finally revealed the reason for his stress:

Previously, when there were frequent missing person notices, they tried to investigate but to no avail.

The only clue they discovered was two characteristics of the missing individuals.

First, those people had all visited ’Alice’s Secret Realm,’ the garden mansion, before they disappeared.

Second, the missing individuals were all outsiders, and their families or friends only realized they had lost contact after they had left Harvest Town for some time.

Considering the inconvenience of communication.

This meant that there was a high probability that the missing individuals had encountered some sort of accident shortly after leaving Harvest Town and disappeared on the highway.

If this incident were to be revealed, it would not just be a matter of insecurity here; it would also lead to accountability from superiors and panic among the residents.

Informed residents were also worried that exposure of such incidents would affect their interests.

Furthermore, there had been no disappearances among the locals.

Under various factors, a tacit understanding to play dead emerged; they simply would not warn tourists there might be something wrong with the garden, nor would they let children go near it anymore.

...

"Boss Brian, do you think there’s really something wrong with that garden?"

Green said with a headache.

According to the sheriff.

They had been monitoring the garden ever since, but still, disappearances occurred in the meantime, more than one, eventually leading them to give up further investigation.

This at least showed, the owner of the garden had no suspicions during that period.

Unless it was a gang at work.

But how did the other party select their targets?

Brian was also puzzled about how precisely the other party avoided locals.

In the evening.

They stopped by the roadside, preparing to cook some undercooked food they bought from the town and rest there for the night.

Suddenly.

Brian’s nose twitched twice, looking at the flower-like pattern on his hand.

This was the stamp you got at the entrance to the garden after paying.

Sniffing the slight peculiar scent it emitted, a smile appeared on his face.

Interesting.

He seemed to have found the other party’s little tail!

They were only about two or three kilometers from Harvest Town, close to the main highway, on a highland wilderness spot.

Brian stood up, scanned the surroundings, and said to Green, "Wait to eat, let’s get the weapons from the car first; we might have company tonight."

Green holding a roasted leg: "Huh?"